Chance

chances
are given
to those
who have burned
something deep
inside my soul
even if
its mysteries
can’t be told
that must be
the pull
like glimmer
of gold;
don’t dare
give a glimpse
of what I need
just to
turn about
run away
recede
come calling
again
now sorry –
you’re
much
too late.

Emily ©

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